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The Work
by Edward Szymański

Maybe we never were
Maybe we don't
There is only the great love
And bready, wide soil

Above us, in the blue sky
Someone lit the bright sun.
Through country and city roads
We will pass, silent and small.

Our names will pass away
In the new, bright and dark days
Younger, stronger arms
Will take our daily effort.

Maybe more complex, or simpler,
From the ground, like from a primer,
Someone will teach about love
Beauty and truth of combat.

And what’s left of us
Is something that always comes back:
Great, greatest love,
And simple, simplest work.

translated by Mateusz Nowicki

• Punk
• brass punk
• folk punk
• folkcore
• klezmer influenced
• Kraków